"Then you'd better prepare several extra gifts, if one cousin receives one, the other siblings will definitely feel neglected...Ah!"
Wen Zhiyu was smacked on the arm with a shovel by Pan Weining.
He suddenly snapped back to reality.
Oh, it seems I've heard that Feng Yi doesn't get along with the Feng Family of Yang City. As for siblings, I guess their relationship isn't great either.
Look at me go!
Wen Zhiyu slapped his mouth, but he forgot he was holding a shovel, and there was sand on it, so he accidentally shoved a mouthful of sand into his mouth.
"Ptooey!"
He hastily spat the sand into the trash can, wiped the grains off his mouth with a tissue, and then said to Feng Yi,
"Cough, cough! Anyway, it's not just about relatives, friends too. Stocking up on a few extra definitely won't hurt, after all, we have dug up plenty, enough to go around."
